It can only be used as a trump card.
"Han Feng, the meal is ready, come out and messi."
At this time, Yue Lingshan's clear and pleasant shouts were heard outside the thatched hut.
Han Feng pushed the door open and an alluring fragrance hit his nose.
In the middle of the shelter's courtyard stood a large iron pot, emitting billowing steam.
There was a pot of scallops stewed in it.
As the soup rolls, it rises and falls, emitting bursts of mouth-watering aroma from time to time.
Han Feng asked curiously, "Where did you get that big iron pot?"
Zhao Yunxi said casually, "Your pan is too small to cook too much, so we brought our own big iron pot."
Han Feng rubbed his nose and said, "You even brought a big iron pot here. It seems that you really regard this place as your own home."
"I just brought over an iron pot. Why are you so emotional?"
Liu Chushuang rolled her eyes.
"Let's eat."
Han Feng smiled.
The scallops were tender and juicy, and tasted great. Everyone raved about it and felt it was a delicacy.
After eating and drinking, Han Feng looked up at the Peashooter on the roof and asked, "Little Pea, have you noticed those mechanical eyes?"
Targeted by a fallen mechanical deity.
He always felt like a thorn in his back.
We must find a way to get rid of it as soon as possible.
The Peashooter shook his head: "No."
"knew."
Han Feng sighed and walked towards the thatched hut.
At this moment, Peashooter spoke again, "Brother, there is an island coming towards us."
Han Feng's eyes suddenly lit up. "What's the name of that island? How far is it from us?"
Peashooter: "That island is called Giant Spirit Island, and it's three kilometers away from us."
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